Page 122 of Lucky Shot
“Let’s go,” he says into my mouth. “I want to do some very dirty things to you that definitely aren’t appropriate to do in an airport.”
Warmth radiates down my spine and I shiver. More than anything, I’d like to already be prepped right now so that I can just jump on, and he can fuck me for the next twenty-four hours until I need to report to my team when they land.
Obviously, that wasn’t exactly possible in transit. Though I definitely considered the logistics of it in the small airplane bathroom. I even headed in there just to see if I could manage—I couldn’t. Even though I’m not the biggest of guys, I’m definitely big enough that it wasn’t going to happen.
Every minute ticks by so damn slowly as we make our way to the luggage claim and then wait for my checked bag to appear. It feels as though we spent so long outside the gate hugging that the luggage should already be on its eighth revolution around the carousel, but here we are. Still waiting.
But at least I’m waiting with Demi. I’m pressed against him, my head tucked against his chin, our arms wrapped around each other. I feel so at peace. So whole. As much as I’m dying to get back to his house so we can get naked and do sexy stuff, being like this is just… perfect.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I love him again. I just can’t seem to stop staying it. I wonder if he’ll get annoyed at hearing me blather about it too often. But the feeling inside me is so overwhelming that I feel like I need to tell him. Over and over and over.
“Demi?”
“Mmm?”
I bite my lip for a second. “Will you get annoyed if I constantly tell you that I love you?”
The woman in front of us turns and gives me a smile. I can see it written all over her face; fucking mushy weirdos. But I just grin back.
Demi kisses the top of my head. “Never.”
“I love you,” I say. “I wish I knew other languages to tell you in. One seems just so inadequate.”
He chuckles.
Finally, the loud as fuck buzzer announcing that the bags are going to be dumped onto the carousel soon fills the loud terminal and it begins turning. My bag is close to the first out. And then we’re in the cool Edmonton air waiting for the shuttle to the long-term parking off site.
I’m nearly jumping out of my skin, my dick throbbing, when we pull into his driveway. Except that I catch a glimpse of his front door and frown. “I didn’t know you ordered an Edmonton Razors ornament for your stoop,” I say, my stomach turning sour.
He gives me a dry look. “You want to go in? I’ll meet you in the shower.”
There’s part of me that wants to demand he leave Sid outside to freeze, even though it’s in the fifties right now. Why is he even here? He knew I was flying in. He knows we’re planning to spend the next twenty-four hours together with no interruption. No one else is invited!
“On second thought,” Demi says as he shuts off his car after pulling into the garage. His fingers grip my chin, pulling my face toward his. “Come with me. Let’s see what he wants.”
I bristle, but nod. Like I was going to go inside without him, anyway. Pfft.
Demi opens the house door that’s inside the garage and tosses our bags into the mudroom before linking our hands together to head for the front of his house where Sid is sitting on the stairs. I admit, it’s weird seeing him smile at me. There’s no mistaking it though, he’s looking right at me. Smiling.
“Hey,” he says, offering his dudebro greeting to Demi. I’m surprised when he offers me the same fist. For a minute, I just stare at him before hesitantly tapping my fist to his. He grins. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan to stay but I just wanted to apologize for being an asshole last summer. I had some shit to work through and—" He shrugs. “I’m sorry, Noah.”
I study his face for a minute, surprised by this strange turn of events. A glance at Demi says he’s likewise surprised but there’s a soft smile on his lickable lips. Turning my attention back to Sidney, I nod. “All right. Thanks.”
Sid smiles widely. “Seriously, I’m sorry for being a dick and for kissing your boyfriend as soon as you were on an airplane. I was out of line and just… confused. Iamsorry, and I really hope there’s no hard feelings.”
“You’re less confused now?” I ask.
He laughs. “I could probably use a whole lot of guidance in life about a lot of things that leave me feeling slightly unsteady but to save you that whole mind dump, I’m just going to say yes. I’ve also learned not to assume that a relationship is temporary because of the distance, and, maybe most importantly, I’ve also taken note not to kiss other people’s partners.”
“That lesson should have been mastered a long time ago,” I note. Demi squeezes my hand and I interpret that to mean ‘be nice.’ So I try to smile at Sid. I can’t help that I’m leery of him now. “Thanks for the apology.”
He nods and stuffs his hands in his pockets. “I’ll let you two be. I didn’t want to give you an opportunity to excuse yourself from dinner or something where I intended to apologize. You weren’t going to be able to escape here.”
“Corner your prey. I see you,” I say, narrowing my eyes.
Sid laughs again. He claps my arm and starts to walk down the path. “You’re not so bad, Kain. See you around.”
I watch him climb into the car that’s parked on the street. “I’m assuming that means he doesn’t hate me anymore.”
